Just as Yang Zhengshan had thought, rumors and slander about Zhou Lan bringing death to her husband had already flown all over the Capital.
In the inner courtyards of officials' wives, in teahouses and taverns, Countless People were discussing the matter.
All kinds of rumors and slander, all kinds of sneers and mockery, passed from mouth to mouth, growing uglier the farther they spread.
Yet for Duke Ning Mansion, the greatest trouble was not those ugly rumors, but Earl of Huaijiang Mansion's demand for redress.
Sui Yi'an had died of illness, cutting off Earl of Huaijiang Mansion's line of descendants, and Earl of Huaijiang Mansion blamed it on Zhou Lan, believing Sui Yi'an had been killed precisely because Zhou Lan brought death to her husband.
At this moment, Earl of Huaijiang Mansion's Old Lady, Lady Zhang, was at Duke Ning Mansion demanding an explanation.
"Call that husband-killing slut out! Today she must be buried with my son!"
"Ahhh~~ Duke Ning Mansion is bullying people! The Duke's estate is beating people! Wuwu, she killed my son, and now she wants to kill me too, wuwu~~"
"You cheap woman, get out here~~"
All sorts of curses and wails circled above the splendid Duke Ning Mansion.
Earl of Huaijiang Mansion's Old Lady was acting like a shrew in the front courtyard of the Duke's estate, throwing a tantrum and hurling abuse.
Meanwhile, Duchess of Ning, Madam Yang, sat in the hall, her face deathly pale.
When had Duke Ning Mansion ever been so humiliated?
Outrageous. Absolutely outrageous!
Madam Yang was half-dead with anger, yet there was nothing she could do to Lady Zhang.
She could not have her beaten, nor could she curse her back. She could only let her make a scene here.
"You heaven-damned cheap wretch, you deserve to die! Old